Zen Haiku

3640

lightning
Laurel’s startle
turns to darkness

grey dawn
a drizzle of rain
the bird sings through

praising dawn–
a magpie
the first soprano

waterfall brook–
over smooth stones
the first light– colours

in no songs
can the magpie tell
joys desert

in her songs
the bird has no joys
to darken

songs of dawn
the nestlings
don’t yet know

holding the memory
I hold
the kid’s tree house

bird songs–
and we are both lighter
for our dreams

colours of dawn
all at once
the echo of songs